Male Half-Elf Valorous Bard 1 (0 XP)Initiative +1; Senses Passive Insight 12, Passive Perception 14HP 28; Bloodied 14; Healing Surge 7; Surges Per Day 10AC 17; Fort 13, Ref 13, Will 15SavesSpeed 5Action Points 1
-----------------------------------------------------------------Longsword (standard; at-will) ✦ Weapon
+5 vs AC; 1d8+2 damage.War Song Strike (standard; at-will) ✦ Arcane, Weapon
+7 vs AC; 1d8+4 damage, and an ally that hits the target before the end of my next turn gains 3 temporary hit points.Misdirected Mark (standard; at-will) ✦ Arcane,Implement
Range 10; +4 vs Reflex; 1d8+4 damage and the target is marked by an ally within 5 squares of me until the end of my next turn.Shout of Triumph (standard; encounter) ✦ Arcane, Implement, Thunder
Enemies in close blast 3; +4 vs Fort; 1d6+4 thunder damage and I push the target 3 squares. Effect: Allies in the area of the blast can be slid 3 squares.Storm Walk (Standard; encounter) ✦ Arcane, Implement, ThunderRange 10; +4 vs Fort; 1d8+4 Thunder damage. Before or after the attack, I can shift one square.Eyebite (Standard; encounter) ✦ Arcane, Charm, Implement, PsychicRange 10; +4 vs Will; 1d6+4 damage and I am invisible to the target until the start of my next turn.Majestic Word (minor; twice per encounter) ✦ Arcane, Healing
Myself or ally in close burst 5; The target spends a healing surge, gains an additional 4 hp and can be slid one square.Words of Friendship (minor; encounter) ✦ ArcaneI gain a +5 on the next diplomacy check before the end of my next turn.Slayer's Song (standard; daily) ✦ Arcane, Weapon
+7 vs AC; 2d8+4 damage, and the target grants CA to you and your allies(save ends). Miss: Half damage. Effect: Whenever you hit an enemy, that enemy grants CA to you and your allies until the end of your next turn.Bardic Training
I own a ritual book and can perform one bard ritual per day without components.Virtue of Valor
One per round, when an ally within 5 squares of me reduces an enemy to 0 hp or bloodies an enemy, I can grant that ally 4 temp hp.Skill Versatility
I gain a +1 bonus on untrained skill checksSong of Rest
When I play an instrument or sing during a short rest, you and each ally are affected by my Song of Rest. At the end of the short rest, when healing surges are spent, that character gain an additional 4 hp per surge spent.Multiclass Versatility
I can choose multi-class feats from more than one class.Half Elf
Allies within 10 squares gain a +1 bonus on diplomacy checks. Dilettante power is Thunder Step. I count as both an elf and a human for feat pre-reqs
-----------------------------------------------------------------Alignment Unaligned; Languages CommonStr 14 (+2) Dex 12 (+1) Wis 8 (-1)Con 16 (+3) Int 11 (+0) Cha 18 (+4)Acrobatics* +5, Arcana* +5, Bluff* +9, Diplomacy* +11, Intimidate* +9, Perception* +4 *Trained Skill; +1 bonus on untrained skill checks.Feats: Pact Initiate(Intimidate, Fey)Gear Chainmail Armor, Light Shield, Longsword, Backpack, Bedroll, Belt Pouch, Flint and Steel, Ritual Book(Comprehend Languages, Traveler's Chant), Wand, Rope (50 ft.), 2 Sunrods, Waterskin, 10 days trail rations, harmonica(focus for ritual); 13gp (83lbs)

Background

Thomas blinked against the smoke from the fire and held in a cough. He didn’t want to remind them that he was here. He didn’t want them to remember that he was still alive. The orcs were drunk and carousing around their campfire. He couldn’t speak orcish, but by their tone, he imagined they were laughing about the screams of his companions as they tortured them. Thomas was the last one left.The orcs came upon them in the night. Their better vision gave them the advantage against the four of them. Cullen was the first to fall, hacked apart by their blades. He was the lucky one. They took their time with the rest of us. Knocked us out, tied us up. Oliver was the first to be tortured, his arcane powers, having knocked out a couple of their warriors. The wizard didn’t last long, Thomas could still hear his screams as they broke his limbs one by one and then thrust them into the fire to prolong his pain. His head stares at him from the bushes.Viznier, cleric of Pelor was taken next. Faith was his strength, but in the end the priest broke down as well, begging them to stop. Thomas would not suffer the same fate though. He didn’t know what they were waiting for, but he intended not to be around to find out.Thomas’ face was bruised and bloody, but he could still see. When the orcs took their weapons, they missed the thin dagger he kept tucked in his boot. Slowly, his back faced away from them, he was able to feign unconsciousness, get the dagger free. He cut the bonds around his ankles and he was almost through the ones binding their wrists. All he had to do was wait for the right moment.Then it happened. The drunken carousing soon turned to anger. A pair of the brutes were yelling, and soon enough a fistfight started. Thomas leapt to his feet and ran off into the dark forest. Nearly as soon as he stood, the orcs took chase. He ducked and weaved between the trees hoping to lose them. He nearly tripped over exposed roots a few times. Arms pumping, he could hear them, they were catching up. As least he could go down fighting. Then it hit him, he was tackled from behind. Hot breath was on his neck. But things were different. He didn’t smell their stench, the cheap ale on their breath, the smell of unwashed bodies. Then he realized he was being carried by the neck, not roughly, but gentle, and he was off the ground, in a tree. He moves his eyes, saw a large black paw, as big as his head. A panther’s paw. The sounds of the orcs had disappeared.He was laying so still and quiet, he didn’t even realize the creature had let him go. He began to scramble away from the creature, but then it spoke. Spoke. It’s voice was deep, soft, and gravelly. “Not so fast, you are forty feet up. It’d be a shame to have you fall and break your neck after I saved you from those orcs”Thomas slowly turned over, being careful to keep his balance. The panther almost as big as a horse, lay on a branch nearby. He didn’t even hear it move. It was flicking it dark tail in the air like a barn cat. Golden vertically slit eyes regarded him amusingly. That is what Thomas thought anyway.“Do not question my motives,” the creature said. It was as though the panther could read his mind, for that is what Thomas was thinking. If it saved him from the orcs, why not come sooner, and save his companions too. “My name is Midnight, I am the Feylord around here. Yes, you are currently in the Feywild,” Midnight said, again reading his thoughts. “It was necessary to keep you from the orcs, and I dislike the mortal realm.”Finally finding his voice, Thomas spoke to the creature. “Why did you save me?” The words came out hoarse, little more than a whisper. The orcs never gave him water.It was loud enough for Midnight to hear. “Because I have needs for mortals like you. Like I said, I dislike the mortal realm. Mortals are easy to brings here, but not all like what I have to offer. Or what I demand.” “Here is the deal,” the Feylord purred. “I impart some of my power to you and let you leave my territory unharmed. In exchange when you return to your realm, you will further my own motives there. Refuse my offer, and I disappear, leaving you to find your own way out. Believe me when I tell you that some of my neighbors would treat you worse than the orcs would.”Thomas swallowed, but still his voice came out in a little more than a croak. “How do I know what you need me to do.”“You’ll know when the time arises. Now choose.” Midnight walked the branches of the tree, stalking closer.“Deal.”The panther leapt, knocking Thomas from his perch, and he fell out of the tree. Thomas landed, his ego more bruised than anything else. He’d seemed to only fall a few feet. He sat for a moment, collecting his bearings, and listening for any sign of the orcs. Nothing coming, he crept through the trees, soon coming to a clearing. Using the stars as a guide, he was able to find a road. A few hours later, he came upon a town. His talents landed him a job telling stories at a tavern. That paid for his room, and the dishes he did after his performances was enough to cover the cost of food from the kitchen. Months went by, and the tavern owner was so happy with the increased business, that he gave Thomas a permanent room. The money he got from his performances was eventually enough to buy a new weapon, and a suit of armor. For some reason, Thomas thought whatever form his debt to Midnight came in, it wouldn’t be solved with stories.

Appearance

Thomas' blonde hair is short, and his grey eyes are hard, a testament of what he has lived through. He wears a slate blue tabard over chain armor. A longsword is on one hip, and small shield is on the other arm. In the field, he doesn't bother to shave, sporting a reddish/blonde scruff on his cheeks. He is relatively strong, more than average, but not at much as a trained warrior.

Morgran mostly worked scouting out old mines and exploring old caves for potential new strikes. He discovered his patron in one of the deep places (the dwarf has digged to deep ). He was there when our family was killed in a (purposeful?) mine collapse. None of the authorities beleive that it was murder, but he knows that the family had enemies...and that the collapse was no mistake.

Image

Morgran is squat and compact with a bald head and unwoven beard. His light grey eyes look as cold as granite and he peers at everyone, as if trying to look into their very souls. He always wears his chainmail under his robes, just in case.

Boldo Bindlestiff grew up the child of a nomadic merchant from Rayshin. The travel introduced a great deal of danger in their lives and on one trip Boldo's father was killed. The remainder of the family moved to Fannen-Dar to live with Boldo's uncle Buckwilling, a far more entrenched man. Boldo began to work for Buckwilling in the Bindlestiff family enterprises of the area, which increasingly involved smuggling, larceny, and second-floor operations. Most of this work has been legitimate, as a result of being hired to perform necessary but clandestine tasks for the magistrates. This is however a result of a relationship formed after getting caught moving against the Bindlestiffs' primary rival, the Deicktasker family. Much of Boldo's operations for his family have been efforts to undermine the Deicktasker trade strength in the region, but has is so far yet to be caught doing anything underhanded enough to get more than some disapproving frowns. He would welcome a greater calling than this however, especially if it brought him back into the nomadic life he loved so much as a child.

Boldo's primary motivation is coin and commerce. He hopes his plunder will build a powerful trading operation, securing him status enough to become an honorable husband and father. He is fairly distrusting of others, skeptical, and thoughtful. But he hides it well and seems to others to be very charming, enthusiastic, and easy going. This flexible and impulsive nature are fed by his eagerness to take a chance, brave danger, and embrace risk with the hope of a large payoff.

Lasting Threat (standard; daily) ✦ Martial, Reliable, Weapon
Range:2
+6 vs AC
Hit: 3d10+3 damage. Target is Marked until the end of the Encounter or until you fall unconscious.
No mark can supersede this one.

Battlerage Vigor
Gain Con Mod (+4) Temp HP when you hit with a Melee or Close attack.Invigorating powers grant temp HP when they miss.

Combat Superiority
If you hit a moving enemy with an opportunity attack, their movement ends.

Combat Challenge
Mark foes you attack, they get -2 to attacks not including you.
Make a Basic Melee attack against a marked foe who Shifts or makes an attack that does not include you.
Mark lasts until end of your next turn or until you mark another target.

(Excerpt from a proposal from the Artificiers Guild to the Rayshin Military Command)
At a uniform 6' tall and 270 lbs, our new model Mobile Armored Infantry Automaton is designed from the ground-up to be the perfect grunt. Absolutely tireless whether standing guard for force-marching to the next engagment M.A.I.A. units come fully prepared with basic weapon training (standard arms & armor included with purchase), knowledge of military protocol and basic first-aid capability to allow them to assist non-automated troops and officers they're stationed with. While designed to be fully intelligent to allow them to rapidly adapt to changing conditions on the battlefield their design incorporates an absolute obedience to the military command structure; once given an order they are incapable of obeying it.

Background:

War.
War never changes.
Generally speaking, neither do Warforged.

The Rayshin Military Command has been buying warforged from the Artificers for years. 20 years ago they bought their 18th division; and with it, Unit 12. For most of the time since, the 18th division has been stationed as border guards along the northern frontier to keep out orc raiders. A year and a half ago, Rayshin responded to a request for military aid by sending the 17th, 18th and 19th divisions to Khora to an orc war party before they could pillage the city. Unfortunately the size of the orc war party was... underestimated. Although the M.A.I.A. divisions were able to blunt the charge and give the Khorans time to marshall their defense they were completely overrunn and almost completely exterminated. Gravely injured during the fighing, General Storung was trying to pull together the last remnants of his forces and withdraw from the field when they were charged by a group of orc berserkers who knocked the General off his feet before being killed by the last few 'Forged on the field. With his dying breath, the General ordered his last few troops off the field of battle; then, as the last few warforged withdrew, grumbled about his superior officers. "... <cough> ... never <cough> follow <wheeze> orders again." Still within earshot, 1812 thought this was an order. Never follow orders again. Pondering what that meant, and what he'd do without any Orders to follow, 1812 went south. And kept going. Until he found himself in Fannen-Dar.